Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

A Jiao seemed to be blinded by greed and suddenly broke free from the leader's restraints.

While continuing with the evil "work" at hand, he responded without turning his head:

"Brother Wu, every time we act, it's so sudden. How could the police react so quickly? Besides, if I take more, my brothers will be able to share more when the time comes. It's okay."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ge's gaze stayed on A Jiao for a moment, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

He refocused his attention on the gun in his hand, vigilantly observing every move in the store, and did not mention evacuation again.

However, what they didn't know was that during this brief conversation, the manager of the jewelry store had quietly pressed the alarm button.

On the overpass, a man in a windbreaker was staring at the watch on his wrist. The three-minute countdown had ended, but his accomplice had not yet emerged from the jewelry store.

This unprecedented situation made his eyes widen instantly, and his expression became extremely nervous, as if he would collapse at any time.

At the same time, on Po Kong Village Road, a fat man who was gnawing on a chicken leg also noticed something unusual inside and outside the jewelry store.

I saw a patrolman trotting towards the jewelry store, holding a walkie-talkie and communicating something with a nervous expression.

Seeing this, the fat man silently threw away the chicken leg in his hand, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head slightly, and slowly approached the patrolman like a passerby.

Although the patrolman was communicating with the walkie-talkie while keeping a close eye on the situation in the jewelry store, he did not let his guard down and kept glancing around from time to time.

The fat man's approach naturally did not escape his eyes, but the fat man behaved very calmly.

And because his eyes were not fixed on him, the patrolman mistakenly thought that he was just an unimportant passerby.

He quickly waved to the fat man, signaling him to leave this dangerous place quickly. However, the fat man pretended not to see it and continued to slowly approach the patrolman.

The patrolman saw this and called for reinforcements. He quickly pulled the fat man behind him and said sternly: "A robbery is happening inside. If you don't want to get hurt, I advise you to leave quickly!"

The fat man looked around the jewelry store with pretended curiosity and asked with a cynical smile:

"Don't the police have the obligation and responsibility to protect the property safety of Hong Kong Island citizens? Why didn't you go in and subdue those robbers?"

Upon hearing this, the patrolman turned around and looked at the fat man carefully. After confirming that the other party was not deliberately provoking him, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

His eyes widened, and his tone was somewhat speechless: "Those officials sitting in the office enjoy high salaries every day."

"We patrol officers work hard every month on duty and patrol, only to receive a salary of just HK$3,000."

"For this little salary, you actually want me to buy my life for those foreigners and fight those vicious robbers? Are you a "brushing teeth at noon" ghost who came to Hong Kong Island for tourism?"

Obviously, this patrolman is not only very clear-headed, but also speaks with a sense of humor.

Although the fat man is greedy, he is not stupid. When he heard "brushing teeth at noon", he immediately knew what the other party was referring to, and hurriedly waved his hands to explain: "No, no, no, I am a genuine Chinese."

After he finished speaking, he pulled a hand out of his pocket, scratched his head, and showed an awkward smile on his face, and changed the subject: "Ah? Is it really only 3,000 Hong Kong dollars a month?"

While the fat man was chatting with the patrolman, the robbers of the jewelry store finally showed up.

They evacuated the scene quickly and orderly, while the accomplices responsible for picking them up had already blocked a refrigerated truck at the intersection.

Afterwards, he quickly jumped out of the refrigerated truck, reunited with his accomplices in the van, and drove away, completely disappearing at the end of Po Kong Village Road.

Seeing his accomplices evacuate safely, the fat man took out his other hand from his pocket, and after saying a brief goodbye to the patrolman, he began his retreat.

Instead of returning directly to the designated meeting point, he chose a more circuitous route, using the crowds on the street as cover, blending in cleverly and reducing the risk of being identified.

At the same time, the man in the cloak standing on the overpass couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw his accomplices evacuate smoothly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

After looking around quietly and seeing that no one was looking at him, the man in the cloak bent down and picked up the handbag at his feet.

Then, he skillfully adjusted his pace and posture, put on a smile on his face, blended into the bustling crowd around him, and became an ordinary passerby.

He moved quietly along the edge of the overpass at an almost imperceptible speed, neither being overly conspicuous nor losing time to avoid every possible blind spot of surveillance.

Just like that, with his unique calmness and alertness, he slowly disappeared into the crowd.

After the robbers had completely disappeared, the police vehicle finally arrived, but found nothing.

At the Kowloon East Police Station, Senior Superintendent Bruce pushed open the thick door of Mike's office in an almost rude manner.

His face was tense, revealing his irritation and dissatisfaction that was difficult to conceal: "Mike, the robbers showed up again, but this time their target was the jewelry store!"

Mike did not show any dissatisfaction or surprise at Bruce's sudden intrusion. He stood up from his chair calmly.

He walked steadily to the tea table with quaint decorations, picked up the exquisite porcelain pot, and filled a cup of fragrant hot tea for Bruce.

Then, he sighed softly, with a bit of self-blame in his tone:

"It was indeed my negligence this time. I only focused on monitoring the gold shop, but I didn't expect those cunning robbers would turn to rob the jewelry store. This was my mistake."

Bruce did not respond immediately to Mike's self-reflection, but slapped the table hard, his tone full of indignation:

"My men are a bunch of losers! They always wait until the robbers are at large before they show up. Now I'm wondering if someone in my team is colluding with the robbers."

"Oh, right." His tone suddenly changed, and he asked anxiously, "Haven't you found any useful clues with the people you have arranged around Fulun Middle School these days?"

Mike slowly shook his head after hearing this, revealing a deep sense of helplessness and disappointment in his movements: "Let alone valuable clues, we haven't even found the most insignificant clues."

Bruce's face became even gloomier after hearing this. He stared into Mike's eyes, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Do you think the information Liu Xu provided to us is false?"

Hearing this, Mike fell into a brief contemplation. His eyes became unusually deep at that moment, as if he was having a fierce inner struggle.

After a moment, he shook his head firmly, his tone full of unquestionable certainty:

"No, I don't think so. Liu Xu is a smart man. He knows how serious the consequences of deceiving us will be."

Bruce heard this, carefully savored Mike's words, and finally nodded slowly, expressing his agreement with Mike's point of view.

After all, Hong Kong Island was still under British jurisdiction at that time, and the order and peace here were still in the hands of their senior police officers.

As a gangster, if you dare to offend people like them, it is no different from digging your own grave.